It was night by the time Max knocked on Logan's door. "Bounce in, bounce out. Then go home. That's it. Ten seconds tops." She was still trying to convince herself her heat wouldn't beat her this time. If she could get home and have Original Cindy tie her to a tree or something, everything will be okay. "In fact, I don't really need to go inside even. I'll just hand him the disk and blaze." One of the passing tenants gave her an odd look as he passed, and Max realized she had been talking out loud. "Focus, Max. Focus."
"Max, hi!" Logan opened the door, and Max noticed he was wearing his normal clothes. "Hey. Finish your workout already?" "Yeah, kind of. Bling cancelled. Family emergency or something," he explained, then noticed Max was still standing in the hall. "Anyway, why don't you come in and chill for a while?" "Sure," she replied. "No, Max!" she thought. "What's wrong with you? You should be leaving by now!" She was beginning to shake from her steadily building anxiety. "Well, I got your disk. Here you go." She handed him the disk and turned toward the door. "Going already?" Logan asked as she did so. "Well... I just thought, you know, you would want to play with your new disk or something. Wouldn't want to get in the way of saving the world." She forced a small grin. "What, and not pay you back for your errand with another world-class dinner?" He motioned her to the dining room and she followed. The table was set and candles were lit, and she could smell something wonderful in the kitchen. "Care to join me?" He pulled out a chair for her. "Sure."
"What the hell is wrong with you, girl?! What happened to 'bounce in, bounce out'? You're gonna get screwed again... Literally!" She was fighting a mental battle. One half of her wanted to get the hell out of there, and the other half, the horny half, wanted to stay. "No one better to get screwed by, I guess" she argued. "What?" asked Logan, not quite hearing her statement. "Huh? Oh, nothing... What are we having?" "Damn, I gotta stop talking to myself out loud," she thought as Logan retreated to the kitchen. "Maybe I should just get out of here now. I mean, I've done worse things and he's still inviting me over for dinner. I can come up with some excuse tomorrow." She sat silent and still in her chair. "Then why am I still sitting here?!"
Logan returned moments later with some kind of chicken and a bottle of wine. Decked with all the trimmings to complete the culinary masterpiece, as usual. She wasn't really paying attention to the food. She could feel herself get warmer as Logan placed the meal on the table and poured the wine. Her view was fixed on his eyes the entire time, and she broke her gaze only when Logan spoke as they clinked their wine glasses together. "So..." he began, "How was your day?" "Same old, same old. How about you?" She was desperately trying to stay focused on the conversation and the food, trying to prevent her mind from traveling elsewhere. "Well, pretty uneventful to tell the truth. Spent six hours trying to crack a server, and when I got in there was nothing there. Then Bling cancelled on me this afternoon so I figured I'd fix a five-star meal for any beautiful genetically-enhanced women who happened to stop by." Max gave a short laugh, then thought about what he said. "Did he say beautiful? Did he mean it? Does he want to - snap out of it, Max!" Her logical side, quickly shrinking in area, tried to alert her, but without much success.
"Look at him sitting there, simply enjoying his meal, completely unaware I'm about to go psycho if I don't do what my body was programmed to do in the next half hour. Look at his eyes, those mysterious blue eyes, and his cute face. God, I want him." She began squirming in her seat, trying to suppress the urge. If she had thought about it earlier, she may have tried to finish the meal quickly and get out of there, but that side of her was dead now. "Max, you okay?" She looked up to see Logan a bit concerned about her movement. "Yeah, just..." She couldn't think of an excuse, so she returned to her meal, which she had almost finished. "You sure you're not getting a seizure? You can lay down if you want." "No, no seizure, but I definitely want to go to bed," she replied smiling mischievously. "Okay... Well, if you're tired you can chill here for a while." He wasn't sure what she was getting at. "Not like you to be tired, though." She took a large gulp of wine, finishing her glass, and replied "I'm not."
Her mind now raving with sexual cravings, Max couldn't stand the torture anymore. She wanted to run, but her legs were too wobbly to get to the door. She had to get it over with. But why did it have to be Logan. Sure, she loved him, and she hoped he loved her, but it wasn't really official. She didn't want to risk their current relationship by trying for something higher. "Logan, can I ask you something?" She had cut him off from whatever he was about to say. "Sure," he said simply, still having no clue what she was thinking. "Logan... You help people all the time, right?" She had to ask him, but she had no idea how to. He thought for a second, then replied slowly. "Yeah, why?" "But, I mean, you help everyone no matter what they're problem is, right?" She was struggling with the words now, and it made Logan a bit nervous. "Well... If it's something I'm physically capable of, yeah... What are you-" She didn't let him finish. "Okay, so you would still help if it meant, maybe, giving yourself...?" He searched her face for some kind of clue as to what she was asking, but found none. Her expression was a mix of want, regret, and embarrassment. He decided to just see where she was going with this. "Yeah," he answered, drawing out the word as if her were unsure. "Good, so, if someone needed, like, 'physical fulfillment', you would, um, 'fulfill' them?" "Physical fulfillment," he repeated the words I his head. "She doesn't mean..." He continued answering her, more curious then ever. "I suppose if I were comfortable with that person, and there was a true reason, yes..." She jumped a little in her seat, now sitting with her legs crossed and rocking back and forth. "Comfortable... Like if you had known the person for a while?" "Yeah, I guess." "What if they needed you to just forget about the whole thing the next day? Could you do that and still maintain a good friendship with them?" He absorbed her words carefully. Was she really asking him what he thought she was? "Max, I-" he responded slowly. "Damnit, Logan! I need sex!"
"Max, hi!" Logan opened the door, and Max noticed he was wearing his normal clothes. "Hey. Finish your workout already?" "Yeah, kind of. Bling cancelled. Family emergency or something," he explained, then noticed Max was still standing in the hall. "Anyway, why don't you come in and chill for a while?" "Sure," she replied. "No, Max!" she thought. "What's wrong with you? You should be leaving by now!" She was beginning to shake from her steadily building anxiety. "Well, I got your disk. Here you go." She handed him the disk and turned toward the door. "Going already?" Logan asked as she did so. "Well... I just thought, you know, you would want to play with your new disk or something. Wouldn't want to get in the way of saving the world." She forced a small grin. "What, and not pay you back for your errand with another world-class dinner?" He motioned her to the dining room and she followed. The table was set and candles were lit, and she could smell something wonderful in the kitchen. "Care to join me?" He pulled out a chair for her. "Sure."
"What the hell is wrong with you, girl?! What happened to 'bounce in, bounce out'? You're gonna get screwed again... Literally!" She was fighting a mental battle. One half of her wanted to get the hell out of there, and the other half, the horny half, wanted to stay. "No one better to get screwed by, I guess" she argued. "What?" asked Logan, not quite hearing her statement. "Huh? Oh, nothing... What are we having?" "Damn, I gotta stop talking to myself out loud," she thought as Logan retreated to the kitchen. "Maybe I should just get out of here now. I mean, I've done worse things and he's still inviting me over for dinner. I can come up with some excuse tomorrow." She sat silent and still in her chair. "Then why am I still sitting here?!"
Logan returned moments later with some kind of chicken and a bottle of wine. Decked with all the trimmings to complete the culinary masterpiece, as usual. She wasn't really paying attention to the food. She could feel herself get warmer as Logan placed the meal on the table and poured the wine. Her view was fixed on his eyes the entire time, and she broke her gaze only when Logan spoke as they clinked their wine glasses together. "So..." he began, "How was your day?" "Same old, same old. How about you?" She was desperately trying to stay focused on the conversation and the food, trying to prevent her mind from traveling elsewhere. "Well, pretty uneventful to tell the truth. Spent six hours trying to crack a server, and when I got in there was nothing there. Then Bling cancelled on me this afternoon so I figured I'd fix a five-star meal for any beautiful genetically-enhanced women who happened to stop by." Max gave a short laugh, then thought about what he said. "Did he say beautiful? Did he mean it? Does he want to - snap out of it, Max!" Her logical side, quickly shrinking in area, tried to alert her, but without much success.
"Look at him sitting there, simply enjoying his meal, completely unaware I'm about to go psycho if I don't do what my body was programmed to do in the next half hour. Look at his eyes, those mysterious blue eyes, and his cute face. God, I want him." She began squirming in her seat, trying to suppress the urge. If she had thought about it earlier, she may have tried to finish the meal quickly and get out of there, but that side of her was dead now. "Max, you okay?" She looked up to see Logan a bit concerned about her movement. "Yeah, just..." She couldn't think of an excuse, so she returned to her meal, which she had almost finished. "You sure you're not getting a seizure? You can lay down if you want." "No, no seizure, but I definitely want to go to bed," she replied smiling mischievously. "Okay... Well, if you're tired you can chill here for a while." He wasn't sure what she was getting at. "Not like you to be tired, though." She took a large gulp of wine, finishing her glass, and replied "I'm not."
Her mind now raving with sexual cravings, Max couldn't stand the torture anymore. She wanted to run, but her legs were too wobbly to get to the door. She had to get it over with. But why did it have to be Logan. Sure, she loved him, and she hoped he loved her, but it wasn't really official. She didn't want to risk their current relationship by trying for something higher. "Logan, can I ask you something?" She had cut him off from whatever he was about to say. "Sure," he said simply, still having no clue what she was thinking. "Logan... You help people all the time, right?" She had to ask him, but she had no idea how to. He thought for a second, then replied slowly. "Yeah, why?" "But, I mean, you help everyone no matter what they're problem is, right?" She was struggling with the words now, and it made Logan a bit nervous. "Well... If it's something I'm physically capable of, yeah... What are you-" She didn't let him finish. "Okay, so you would still help if it meant, maybe, giving yourself...?" He searched her face for some kind of clue as to what she was asking, but found none. Her expression was a mix of want, regret, and embarrassment. He decided to just see where she was going with this. "Yeah," he answered, drawing out the word as if her were unsure. "Good, so, if someone needed, like, 'physical fulfillment', you would, um, 'fulfill' them?" "Physical fulfillment," he repeated the words I his head. "She doesn't mean..." He continued answering her, more curious then ever. "I suppose if I were comfortable with that person, and there was a true reason, yes..." She jumped a little in her seat, now sitting with her legs crossed and rocking back and forth. "Comfortable... Like if you had known the person for a while?" "Yeah, I guess." "What if they needed you to just forget about the whole thing the next day? Could you do that and still maintain a good friendship with them?" He absorbed her words carefully. Was she really asking him what he thought she was? "Max, I-" he responded slowly. "Damnit, Logan! I need sex!"
